Chapter 3: Fame Ignited

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Night gradually deepened, enveloping the town in darkness. The bustling Ancheng County, so lively during the day, slowly quieted down. Suddenly, it was as if firecrackers had been set off on flat ground. The sharp sound of knocking echoed through the alleys and streets, one after another—bang, bang, bang.

“What’s going on?”

“What happened?”

“Why is there light over there?”

Their murmured questions, though soft, rang out with uncanny clarity in the stillness of the night.

Bang, bang, bang.

Xing Lie’s patience was completely worn away, just as he could not comprehend the allure of “beautiful stones,” nor could he believe that in this world, anyone would truly value another’s life. Seeing her look of resigned calm, as if nothing mattered anymore, his cold, dark eyes almost seemed to blaze with fury.

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Twenty minutes—the duration could not be exceeded. If it did, the Fourth Stage Final Release would become uncontrollable. For that reason, Ze Jin had to defeat Katara within twenty minutes. Yet faced with the endless tide of Tenflame Demons, for the first time, Ze Jin wondered why it had to be so difficult.

They parked the car in a hidden spot. Bai Ling casually cut down a staggering zombie that wandered close, then the two of them, each carrying two large backpacks and armed with their weapons, headed for the entrance of the inn.

There was no room. Li Tiantong manifested a corporeal form, floating in midair, while Lin Yu sat on a chair, listening intently.

On the rankings, Firestone finally escaped the fate of being overlooked as the perpetual fourth place.

Faced with what sounded like an order, Yang Chong stared back expressionlessly. The aftereffects of the recent fierce battle made him unwilling to brush things off as he once had. A strong sense of irritation welled up inside him.

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Though it had been agreed he would move in, no matter how shabby his old place was, there were still personal belongings to pack. There was no hurry to move until that was done.

“Five Hungry Ghost Kings, this swordsman is deeply linked to my sect’s nemesis. Please, take him down at once and offer him to the master!” Langya Wolf suddenly made his move, reversing the situation. If Jiang Zicheng was not eliminated now, when would there be a better time?

In the demon realm, the Time Mage was known by a legendary title—“Mage Slayer.” It was said that Time Mages were the nemesis of all mages. Rare and mysterious, their very obscurity made them formidable.

“Aran,” sensing Jian Ran’s death, the Thousand Emperor appeared before me, staring in shock, as if with a trace of resentment.

The top four drew lots again. Fang Zheng’s opponent withdrew yet again, his face full of bitterness, but there was nothing he could do.

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Upon seeing the Scythe of Death, the demon narrowed his eyes. More than three thousand years ago, he had fallen to this very weapon.

“No problem.” With that, Long Ming performed both the Condensed Light Sword and Spatial Transfer for Sun Wei.

The Toad called everyone to gather, then arranged for someone to renovate and clean the place. I didn’t know how much money the Toad had brought back this time, but I did know he had come fully prepared! This time, he truly meant to put down roots.

Alas… If there was any other choice, who would willingly let themselves be steeped in such filth? Even worse, if this centipede stank so badly, wouldn’t its demon core reek just as much?

Supporting Xu Lang, Fan Xueyi had just reached the entrance of Ling’an Temple when she sensed two forces of spiritual energy inside, locked in fierce struggle.

“Oh, that explains it—it’s a shadow creature raised by the Night Elf,” Helian Ziyun said in sudden realization.

“Hmph, so you’re after the Flower of the Seventh Night. Yet you really think you can seize it? How arrogant.” The middle-aged man’s fists surged with power; the flying sword hurtling toward him was seized in his grip. With a squeeze of both hands, the sword was crushed and reshaped as though it were a lump of clay.